Conquering His Cold Heart

“Yes, sure.” She smiled softly and nodded her head. “I will go and call him right away.” She gestured at the chair and said, “You can make yourself comfortable.”

Vincent, on the other hand, was enchanted by the soft voice of Tilla. And he also couldn’t ignore the drumming of Tilla’s heart, which enticed his other senses. He began salivating uncontrollably while imagining himself feeding on Tilla.

Just when Tilla grabbed the door handle and unlocked the door, Vincent swooshed forward and grabbed onto Tilla’s hand. He gently pushed Tilla’s hand, and along with it, he also pushed the door close.

“M-Milord?” Tilla stood there while facing the door, stunned at the sudden action of Vincent. Needless to say, she felt like her heart would explode from beating excessively.

Without saying a word, Vincent slammed his other hand across Tilla’s shoulder, startling her a little less than it was supposed to.

With one of his hands on the door handle and the other on the door, he succeeded in trapping her in between his arms.

“Lord Vincent, you have something to say to me?” Tilla asked in a relatively calmer voice.

Although she had just seen his fangs, and she had heard him say that he needed to feed, she didn’t imagine Vincent’s situation was so dire that he would forcefully dig his fangs into her.

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Also, she had seen him messing with her time and again. He had literally given her death threats. But it all turned out to be his jokes. So, she believed that this was his other ruse to scare her and then laugh at her later.

Vincent had suppressed his urge for long enough already. He desperately wanted to gulp down warm blood. Now that he was standing so close to Tilla and listening to her heart pumping the blood into her veins, he didn’t want anyone else’s blood. He wanted to know what Tilla’s blood tasted like.

So, he leaned a little closer to Tilla’s ear and said to her in a ragged whisper, “I want to taste your blood.”

Tilla, however, still believed that he was mocking her and was trying to scare her. She wasn’t seeing how dead serious Vincent looked when he announced that he wanted to taste her blood.

Thus, in response, she giggled and said, “Lord Vincent, if you think that you can scare me by saying that, then you are absolutely mistaken. I’m not scared of you. So, will you stop joking around and let me be on my way? The faster I call Samuel, the faster you can have your drink.”

“Didn’t you hear what I just said?” Vincent was now beginning to get restless again. His eyes were glued on the bulging veins on Tilla’s neck, which was clearly visible since her hair was tied into a loose bun.

He parted his lips and breathed out cool air on her neck.

Tilla instinctively tilted her head when that icy breath of his caressed her neck. She was now a little nervous because she felt him hovering very close to her neck.

‘Oh my god!’ she exclaimed in her mind and suddenly widened her eyes. A hint of fear got planted in her heart after she finally noticed the bloodstains on the cuff of his shirt. ‘How did he get that blood on him? He didn’t ki-‘

“I said that I want to taste you.” Her thought was interrupted when he whispered in his sultry voice.

Tilla could feel her knees beginning to shake. She took a deep breath without averting her gaze from his bloodstains and then asked him in a shaky voice, “L-Lord Vincent, you aren’t being s-serious, ar-are you?”

Vincent took a step forward, finally startling Tilla to her core and forcing her to stick to the door so as to maintain that gap between them.

“I am being serious,” he replied truthfully and desperately.

Tilla was now convinced that Vincent wasn’t messing around with her, not this time.

‘What do I do?’ she screamed in her mind and tried to think of a way to get herself out of the situation. She laughed in order to hide her nervousness and her fear, but instead, she ended up revealing how nervous she was. She gulped to soothe her dry throat and then tried to reason with Vincent, “Lord Vincent, why are you being like this? You aren’t allowed to feed directly from humans, remember?”

However, Vincent was pretty adamant about what he wanted. He already knew that even though he was to feed on Samuel’s blood, he wouldn’t be satisfied until and unless he got a taste of Tilla’s blood.

He lifted his hand that was pressed against the door and gently placed it on Tilla’s waist. Then he countered her, “We aren’t in Sorvando anymore. So, I don’t necessarily have to follow Sorvando’s law. And even if I was to comply with the law of Sorvando, I won’t be breaking it if I get permission from you.”

He took another step forward, lightly pressing his body against Tilla’s.

Tilla breathed in sharply and closed her eyes. Her mind had already stopped working now. So, she couldn’t come up with any logical argument to scare Vincent.

All that she could do now was beg him not to hurt her. She gripped her gown and pleadingly mumbled, “Lord Vincent, please. You don’t have to do this. I can go and call Samuel. It won’t even take a minute for him to arrive here.”

He gulped the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, and then he replied to her, “Oh, but I want you, not Samuel.”

He made her let go of her hold on the handle of the door. Then he tilted her hand to see her wrist. He gently massaged the bulging vein on her wrist and asked, “Allow me to feed on you. Wrist, neck, or anywhere is fine with me. You choose.”